I don't own potc. Or Elizabeth and Jack. This is just a one-shot about what Elizabeth may have been thinking during that scene. Not necessarily JE, cause they don't get together.
I changed out of my shift, as father deemed it completely inappropriate that I wear it on a shipful of males. I couldn't help smiling, thinking of all I'd done in the last few days that were "Completely inappropriate." Commodore Norrington had let me use a naval uniform and I pulled the top half of my hair back and braided it to keep it out of my face. I'd just promised the Commodore I'd marry him in exchange for saving Will. He's a good man, but he's about twice my age, at least and dreadfully proper and boring. I felt bad promising marriage to him in exchange for Will's safety, but I couldn't forgive myself if Will died at the hands of Barbossa, trying to save me. Finally ready, I walked out to the deck and spotted Jack Sparrow, looking out at the ship graveyard as calmly as you please. He had to be one of the most infuriating men in the world, but he did help Will save me and was now helping me save Will. Or maybe he was just in it for the Black Pearl. Didn't matter really, it only mattered that we were going after Will. I walked over to where Jack was, passing him and stopping at the rail a few feet away. I didn't know how he'd react to me. He'd flirted with me last night, but passed out before he could do anything to me, thankfully. Then I burned all the rum on the island to get us saved and he'd likely hang when we got back to Port Royal. No, he had no reason to like me at all. But I remembered something. When I begged the Commodore to go after Will, he didn't mention the curse. I traced patterns of dust in the rail, trying to get up the courage to speak to him. "You didn't tell them about the curse." I finally said, softly. He looked up.
"I noticed neither did you, for the same reason, I imagine." I nodded, he was right. The Royal Navy was brave, not stupid.
"He wouldn't have risked it." I responded, looking out at the ships. I couldn't blame them either. I had seen those skeletons firsthand and to fight them, not knowing how to kill them was just plain stupid, but I noticed Jack had a way of getting whatever he wanted. He smiled at me now.
"You could have gotten him drunk." I whipped my head around to face him. He knew I had just gotten him drunk so he'd pass out and I could burn the rum! But…he was smiling? I was confused. "Don't get me wrong, luv. I admire a person who's willing to do whatever is necessary." I smiled. I supposed he was referring to both burning the rum to be saved and accepting the commodore's proposal to save Will. He didn't miss much, that Jack Sparrow, that's for sure. But I didn't trust his motives. He was just after the Black Pearl. Who knows what he'd do, who's toes he'd tromp in the process. Will's life was on the line and Jack knew it. I didn't trust him to keep Will alive.
"You're a smart man, Jack, but I don't entirely trust you." He turned and walked that slow strut towards me, leaning in close to my face. Did he have the guts to kiss me right here on the Dauntless in front of the Navy? He waved his fingers between us.
"Peas in a Pod, darling. Peas in a pod." I just stared at him. Did that mean he didn't trust me but thought I was smart? Why wouldn't he trust me? Before I could ask him what he meant, the Commodore showed up behind him and I looked away from Jack and he turned around to face James.
"With me, Sparrow." He said, tossing Jack his compass. Jack gave me an unreadable look and walked away. James just looked at me like he was trying to get a transcript of mine and Jack's conversation before following Jack. I just turned back to the rail, worrying about Will again.